Asher should have realized something wasn't right. The angel had been on the brink of death so long that he took for granted just how powerful children of light could be. His eyes met hers for a brief moment before the explosion of light went off in his face and he returned her look of determination with one equal parts surprise and respect. 

[Color=slategray][I]You are such an idiot,[/I][/color] he fumed at himself, waiting impatiently for his eyesight to return. There was something else he was feeling, all too sharp and familiar, but for now he was far too focused on the present to acknowledge it. 

Things started to move quickly from there, yet he felt like couldn't move the events unfolded. He heard a sickening crunch that he would later realize was Naya's skull getting far too friendly with a rock. Livia was demanding what her orders were. But before he had a chance to say it do anything, his vision returned in time to witness the princess land again and heal the witch. He saw her pay for her kindness and heard a vampire come out of nowhere and claim her as his own. 

Asher was overwhelmed, but, perhaps more importantly, he was also furious. [Color=slategray][b]"ENOUGH!"[/b][/color] he roared, easily drowning out the rest of the noises. Balmung, which the prince did not recall drawing, was stabbed into ground, with an unbelievable amount of dark magic coursing through it. Dozens of phantom hands made of pure darkness exploded from the ground around him, targeting everyone around him regardless of if they were friend or foe. 

While fast and numerous, the magic was hardly lethal and would merely grab and restrain anything unfortunate enough to end up in their grasp. Not to mention the little outburst came at no small price, as it left Asher barely capable of standing.